unruffled

i stroke my teddy and ask

why is your face so pale
why do you not smile
you who do not  wear tragedy's pants
the sun scalds you not
you are not made wet by the
cloud's falling tears

here, you sit
all day,
unruffled
while breaths slip out of bodies
hearts hardened
by the incessant blows they receive

but you sit all day
unruffled
while dreams become ash

yet red is the colour of dreams
that flow out of men
with their eyes shut
and limbs lingering
like the poor cow's
at the butcher's

grey is the colour of ashes
that rise to the sky
from charred bodies and
lips that once laughed

ashes become cloud
cloud is heavy,
tainted
and weeps
like the charred bodies
alive in the classroom
and sulking, "i want my mummy"

but you sit all day
unruffled
while i'm deafened by this
strange noise
though distant,
it pierces me
how laughter becomes tears
screams liquidized
how blood flows freely free
than water

how they do not see the us in them just before they strike...